Hear Ye politician

As there is this underlying doubt in my head

Hear ye, hear ye!
Listen to the tunes of the country’s
democracy!
Hear the shrills of the women being abused
As their legs spread and the sword of
perversion defiles their sacred sanctuary
Hear the roars of men being silenced
As they fight for the dignity that was stolen
from them by demons of the society
Hear the cries of the children who are
starving to death
The little ones under the sun, trying to beg for
spare change under the tutelage of ill-driven
syndicates.
saying that his promises will eventually be
broken.
How can we still dare say that we live in
democracy when the only hope we see in
changing this country is through murder
without justice?
Through defiling the same freedom we fought
for decades ago by electing another dictator?
Forgive me mother, I still have not forsaken
thee,
But I do wish that salvation will cometh for
the country.
I will fight for it if needed, I will bleed for
those who can’t anymore
Because I do believe that this country is still
worth dying for.

Hear the inevitable destruction, shady

negotiations, the sinful abomination just for
power and domination cast down by master
puppeteers of manipulation,
Making us dance at the palm of their hands
just to entertain themselves with the price of
our lives.
Us the gladiators and them the emperors,
fooling us that we actually have a choice of
who to bestow power upon when we are just
merely pawns.
Listen to the desperate cries of freedom
fighters who disguise themselves under pens
and long speeches,
Begging for salvation even though they know
it won’t reach us.
Why won’t it reach us?
Why are we not capable of unmasking the
illusion of this melody known as
“democracy”?
Hear ye, hear ye!
I’ve lost hope for my own country.
The bitter truth stings as I feel dismay with
every survey or
With every promise delivered by every